BOOK II.

CHAPTER I.

GENESIS.

In a psychological point of view, it is perhaps questionable whether from birth and genealogy, how closely scrutinized soever, much insight is to be gained. Nevertheless, as in every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment; so, with regard to any great man, we rest not till, for our scientific profit or not, the whole circumstances of his first appearance in this planet, and what manner of public entry he made, are with utmost completeness rendered manifest. To the Genesis of our ClothesPhilosopher, then, be this first chapter consecrated. Unhappily, indeed, he seems to be of quite obscure extraction; uncertain, we might almost say, whether of any; so that this Genesis of his can properly be nothing but an Exodus (or transit out of invisibility into visibility); whereof the preliminary portion is nowhere forthcoming.

"In the village of Entepfuhl," thus writes he, in the bag Libra, on various papers, which we arrange with difficulty," dwelt Andreas Futteral and his wife; childless, in still seclusion, and cheerful though now verging towards old age. Andreas had been grenadier sergeant, and even regimental schoolmaster, under Frederick the Great; but now, quitting the halbert

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and ferule for the spade and pruninghook, cultivated a little orchard, on the produce of which he, Cincinnatus-like, lived not without dignity. Fruits, the peach, the apple, the grape, with other varieties, came in their season; all which Andreas knew how to sell. On evenings he smoked largely, or read (as beseemed a regimental schoolmaster), and talked to neighbours that would listen about the victory of Rossbach; and how Fritz the only (der Einzige) had once with his own royal lips spoken to him, had been pleased to say, when Andreas as camp-sentinel demanded the password, Schweig Du Hund (Peace, hound!) before any of his staff-adjutants could answer. "Das nenn'ich mir einen König, there is what I call a king," would Andreas exclaim; but the smoke of Kunersdorf was still smarting his eyes.'

"Gretchen, the housewife, won like Desdemona by the deeds rather than the looks of her now veteran Othello, lived not in altogether military subordination; for, as Andreas said, 'The womankind will not drill (wer kann die Weiberchen dressiren).' Nevertheless she at least loved him both for valor and wisdom; to her a Prussian grenadier sergeant and regiment's schoolmaster was little other than a Cicero and Cid; what you see, yet cannot see over, is as good as infinite. Nay, was not Andreas, in very deed, a man of order, courage, downrightness (Geradheit); that understood Büsching's Geography, had been in the victory of Rossbach, and left for dead in the camisade of Hochkirch? The good Gretchen, for all her fretting, watched over him and hovered round him, as only a true housemother can. Assiduously she cooked and

sewed and scoured for him; so that not only his old regimental sword and grenadier-cap, but the whole habitation and environment, where, on pegs of honor, they hung, looked ever trim and gay; a roomy, painted cottage, embowered in fruit-trees and forest-trees, evergreens and honeysuckles; rising many-colored from amid shaven grass-plots, flowers struggling in through the very windows; under its long, projecting eaves nothing but garden-tools in methodic piles (to screen them from rain), and seats, where, especially on summer nights, a king might have wished to sit and smoke and call it his. Such a Bauergut (copyhold) had Gretchen given her veteran; whose sinewy arms, and long-disused gardening talent, had made it what you saw.

"Into this umbrageous man's-nest, one meek yellow evening or dusk, when the sun, hidden indeed from terrestrial Entepfuhl, did nevertheless journey visible and radiant along the celestial balance (Libra), it was that a stranger of reverend aspect entered; and, with grave salutation, stood before the two rather astonished housemates. He was close-muffled in a wide mantle; which without farther parley unfolding, he deposited therefrom what seemed some basket, overhung with green Persian silk; saying only: Ihr lieben Leute, hier bringe ein unschätzbares Verheilen ; nehmt es in aller Acht, sorgfältigst benützt es ; mit hohem Lohn, oder wohl mit schwerem Zinsen, wird's einst zurückgefordert: 'Good Christian people, here lies for you an invaluable loan; take all heed thereof, in all carefulness employ it; with high recompense, or else with heavy penalty, will it one day be required back.'

Uttering which singular words, in a clear, bell-like, forever memorable tone, the stranger gracefully withdrew; and before Andreas or his wife, gazing in expectant wonder, had time to fashion either question or answer, was clean gone. Neither out of doors could aught of him be seen or heard; he had vanished in the thickets, in the dusk; the orchard-gate stood quietly closed; the stranger was gone once and always. So sudden had the whole transaction been, in the autumn stillness and twilight, so gentle, noiseless, that the Futterals could have fancied it all a trick of imagination, or some visit from an authentic spirit. Only that the green silk basket, such as neither imagination nor authentic spirits are wont to carry, still stood visible and tangible on their little parlour-table. Towards this the astonished couple, now with lit candle, hastily turned their attention. Lifting the green veil, to see what invaluable it hid, they descried there, amid down and rich white wrappages, no Pitt Diamond or Hapsburg Regalia, but, in the softest sleep, a little red-colored infant! Beside it lay a roll of gold Friedrichs, the exact amount of which was never publicly known; also a Taufschein (baptismal certificate), wherein unfortunately nothing but the name was decipherable; other document or indication none whatever.

"To wonder and conjecture was unavailing, then and always thenceforth. Nowhere in Entepfuhl, on the morrow or next day, did tidings transpire of any such figure as the stranger; nor could the traveller, who had passed through the neighbouring town in coach and four, be connected with this apparition,

except in the way of gratuitous surmise. Meanwhile, for Andreas and his wife, the grand practical problem was: What to do with this little, sleeping, red-colored infant? Amid amazements and curiosities, which had to die away without external satisfying, they resolved, as in such circumstances charitable, prudent people needs must, on nursing it, though with spoon-meat, into whiteness, and if possible into manhood. The heavens smiled on their endeavour. Thus has that same mysterious individual ever since had a status for himself, in this visible universe, some modicum of victual and lodging and parade ground; and now expanded in bulk, faculty, and knowledge of good and evil, he, as HERR DIOGENES TEUFELSDRÖCKH, professes or is ready to profess, perhaps not altogether without effect, in the new University of Weissnichtwo, the new science of things in general."

Our Philosopher declares here, as, indeed, we should think he well might, that these facts, first communicated, by the good Gretchen Futteral, in his twelfth year, "produced on the boyish heart and fancy a quite indelible impression. Who this reverend personage," he says, "that glided into the orchard cottage when the sun was in Libra, and then, as on spirit's wings, glided out again, might be? An inexpressible desire, full of love and of sadness, has often since struggled within me to shape an answer. Ever, in my distresses and my loneliness, has fantasy turned, full of longing (sehnsuchtsvoll), to that unknown father, who, perhaps far from me, perhaps near, either way invisible, might have taken me to his paternal bosom, there to lie screened from many a woe. Thou beloved